“Ogilvie was the nearest I could claim, although I knew myself to be a very peripheral figure in Ogilvie’s life; but under Norah’s persistent questioning, our friendship blossomed somewhat in retrospect. When we bumped into Ogilvie outside Bartholomew’s, and he invited us home to meet his wife, Norah was most enthusiastic. I remembered Ogilvie as a bit of a gay dog, and expected a lively evening within which I could imagine Norah and I coming across as rather dull, unable to keep up with smart w...orldly gossip. But Ogilvie’s house turned out to be one in a dull street of similar houses, each with a frangipani or an oleander in the corner of the small front garden. It was not a street where anything much would ever happen. It was a street of perambulators, and men in singlets sweating over the lawnmower of a Saturday, and talk over back fences, under lemon trees, of joints of meat and ways with beaux. Norah, that tiresomely appropriate wife, was already making conventional twittering sounds of praise and pleasure as we pushed open the gate, which swung loose from one hinge, so that I could not help frowning: this was slovenly.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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